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The morning light endears the rural scene
The waning moon imparts a tranquil glow;
Delightful shades on every side are seen
Where kindly nature many gifts bestow.
Denuded all the emblems of the spring
The primrose and the daffodil have fled;
And blossoms which the early tides would bring
Now long repository in their moldering bed.
A season when the rose was all bloom
Their varied tint alluring to the eye,
Excelling in refinement and perfume,
Of fragrance which their beauty would imply.
A paragon of all the floral kind,
Divinely formed a symbol of our land,
By providence exalted and designed
Created and embellished by his hand.
The object of our wonder and regard
Enthroned in every garden to appear
A subject for the minstrel and the bard
Acknowledged by the rustic and the peer.
Succeeding blooms fulfill their restive role
The apple tree with verdure is replete
And time anything all his laws control
While nature strives her sequence to complete.
Exotic scenes endow far distant lands
Prevailing forma enhance our native shore,
The heavenly rose our fealty commands
Our wonted pride and dignity restore.
Such was the time within my garden fair
This plot of earth appointed unto me
Where sweet contentment i would fondly share
And in seclusion often think of thee
Full many gems herein these haunts abide,
And in their circle duly rank supreme,
But when their floral merits i decide
The regal flower i gladly most esteem.
Now here reposed beneath this restful shade
Fond vision of the past i would review
The expectations which your advent made
Delightful moments i had spent with you.
In day dreams i recall our yesterdays
Some distant paths i fondly now retrace
And reverie , which mindfully conveys
Memorials which reflection would embrace.
And as these crimson petals i perceive
Remembrance sadly wells within my breast,
When you continued absence i conceive
Regretfulness the spirit would invest.
The hapless suitor pining for his love
Implores the rose his fervour to impart,
And all untimely doubting to disprove
Revealing all the ardour of his heart.
And other thoughts will follow in this train:
When autumn leaves descend upon the ground,
Resurgence for each bloom time will contain-
In all of this a moral i have found.
The mind will often wander as a cloud,
Reminiscence beguile our every thought,
And memories the intellect enshroud-
Affection all these sentiments have wrought.
And all the hopes that i had entertained
The high endeavours which were nullified,
Life’s bitter cup unduly i have drained
The many ills and tragedies beside.
Alas! Our days are finite as the rose
The march of time no mortal can impede;
Since providence his precepts will impose
And countless age this order has decreed.
In nature every blossom doth contain
A heavnly gift in wonderment sublime,
Which contemplating we might well obtain
Enlightenment- perceptibly Divine!
How beautiful my rose is.......
What about you have you found out who he is?
